this tessellated silhouette of upward winding branchesa growth at Center stage, sprung up in all advantagewashed in lambent seasons by a gentle patron Suna testimonial solo to what solar thread has spunas well a Lofted stage for choral migratory birdswhose verses sound the theatre with each untranslated wordas meanings left to echo, left to echo … Continue reading In February’s Yard
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Quarantine in Newark
"Pnin walked slowly under the solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe, dimly, in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick."Vladimir Nabokov, "Pnin" (1957) Why is it that … Continue reading Quarantine in Newark
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